This River

He never missed a day of work, always had a kind wordFour buttons on a worn out shirt, but neatly cleaned and pressedHe couldn't read or write, but never failed to see a sight or hear a sound.A triumph in this life to watched it all go by - with a smile

All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other

His son died young his daughter as deaf as stone.His castle a shotgun house an easy chair his throneHe'd work from day to night and in the evening he'd feel its bite of painBut every sunrise he'd greet it all with open arms and love - for all that is.

All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other

Many thought him simple but so few see the truthSo loud we live that we can't feel the glory anymoreAnd then I heard he died but all I could feel was the joy, oh the joy

All that is, all that has been, all we have is each otherAll that is, all that will be, all we have is each other